you've been gone too long...

sing again summer, of your brilliant mornings
damp with expectation,
your heat-dazed afternoons and breathless nights
when will you arrive, your extremes bursting upon us
burning cities and land alike,
exhausting us into replicas of limp rag-dolls

although we are burnt-out at your leaving
the fever is sadly missed in the barren
months before your return

you never stay long, perhaps it is our lassitude
you take pity on.


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Summer is on its way! :))


Love,

Eaton.